The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 04, July 2017 | Page 41

It will soon be summer and my skin will be kissed with soft rouge.
The whites of my eyes will shine and the blues will become deep pools
of paradise oceans. Blackberries will grow wildly in forgotten
alleys pecked by hungry birds.
The days will be too hot
The nights hotter.
We’ll store up old bottles with a ‘squirter’ lid and cool our bodies
with impromptu water fights. We’ll scream as we hop from one foot
to another when the cold water hits our skin. There will be
Squeals of delight as we cool before the setting sun. Laughter will
echo. There will be bee’s and we will panic. We will rise before the
world awakes and walk along the shore before the buzzle of
tourists arrive. There will be people, so many people. Sand will coat
the bottom of the bath, bags, shoes, socks we’ll still be finding it
months after summer leaves. The towels will smell of the ocean and
our shell collection will be replenished. I will collect shards of
glass that have been worn down by the tide. We will visit nature
reserves and walk in the silence of trees, sunlight dancing through
the leaves. We will collect fossils to show the 'naze man' and he will
laugh with us at our collection, he will give you a sharks tooth and
tell you how the shark emitted it from its body hundreds of years
before, you my dear will giggle and thank him. We will stand on the
edge and peer over, we will peer up, I will ponder the process of
evolution. The nights will drag as the heat simmers in the air and
stars will look down at us, there eyes sparkling.
The summer will be with us soon and before we know it autumn will
be knocking at our door with the falling leaves.
-Karen hayward